Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

"I'm fine."

Zou Zhiyi closed the door and asked again, "Why are you here?"

Yan Zhou looked at her with a half-smile, "I've said it just now, does Mrs. Yan need me to repeat it?"

"I want to hear the truth."

He didn't know how to face Yanzhou at all, so he had no choice but to have a cold face, and even his words were cold, without any warmth.

But Yan Zhou seemed to be completely unaware, still very good-tempered, "Really?"

With his long legs, he suddenly approached her, bent slightly, and leaned in front of her, breathing harmoniously, "If I tell the truth, I miss Mrs. Yan, will you believe it?"

The heartbeat slowed down for half a beat, and then accelerated a lot in an instant.

Yanzhou, is he a devil?
Zou Zhiyi looked away and stared at Yanzhou's chin, reminding himself to be calm.

This is just a game, whoever gets serious first loses.

"Does Third Master Yan believe this?"

"Why don't you believe it? From the bottom of my heart is my truest thought at the moment. Why doesn't Mrs. Yan believe it?"

"Because I know you're just acting. I hate people fooling me for being a fool the most. Isn't Lord Yan just fooling me for being a fool now? If that's the case, why should I believe what you say?"

Zou Zhiyi pushed him away and sat back on the sofa.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to do? It's not too early to make money. What exactly do you want from me, so you come to help me so abnormally?"

Zou Zhiyi raised his eyes to look at him, his black and white eyes seemed to see through everything about him.

The originally harmonious and harmonious atmosphere suddenly cooled down, the smile on Yanzhou's face gradually disappeared, he stared at Zou Zhiyi expressionlessly, and suddenly gave a cold drink, full of irony.

"Is Mrs. Yan a little too confident in herself? Do you think there is something worthy of my covet?"

"It's too early to make money, but Mrs. Yan has to let me make money first."

You won’t get used to harsh words even after hearing them thousands of times, there will always be a moment when you feel uncomfortable listening to them, even if you asked for the ridicule.

And now is the moment when Zou Zhiyi feels uncomfortable.

It was a harsh sentence that really made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Mrs. Yan is a very smart person, but she never seems to use her smartness where it should be used. If she is smart when she shouldn't be smart, then she is stupid."

Yanzhou's slightly cool fingers slid across her face like sharp knives.

Zou Zhiyi sat motionless, making eye contact as if sparks were flying between the two of them.

"When it's time to pretend to be stupid, you have to know how to pretend to be stupid. Otherwise, like now, the atmosphere is so embarrassing, are you satisfied?"

The cold fingers finally landed on her lips, Yanzhou's hand slightly pressed his fingers on her lips and rubbed them gently.

The distance between the two of them was suddenly drawn very close by Yan Zhou, nose to nose.

When he spoke, the breath he exhaled just hit her lips, like one kiss after another.

"Huh? Mrs. Yan is not always upright, so now Mrs. Yan can tell me if it made the atmosphere so embarrassing, so you can be satisfied?"

The distance was so close that it couldn't be any closer, but there was no ambiguity. The atmosphere was gloomy, and it was as if someone was holding back their breathing, making people feel out of breath.